Scary shit...but pretty damn exciting.

Hello again, it's now maybe 20 minutes after I made my first post, and I'm already making my second. Now that's commitment!

I'll get the boring stuff out of the way first. I'm in an OK mood, work was boring, I burnt myself on the schnitzel cordon bleu we had for lunch, and I'm currently sitting in my chair with nothing at all to do except blog. This had better not become a habit.

Anyway, you're probably wondering what the fuck the title of this post means. You'll find out in good time. Not excellent time, or you would already know. But good time nonetheless.

As you may know, I've recently become part of a band that has never performed, has never practised, and, in fact, have never all been in the same place at the same time. So yeah, it was kinda feeling like it was going to bomb big time. But a ray of light is shining through and blinding me with nerves.

We've been given the chance to perform inbetween the two plays at the production this year, which, may I remind you, is dinner theater. Now, this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it's shit scary. It means performing for nearly an hour, when we've never even practised before.

In seven weeks.

Seven weeks, that's all the time we've got to prepare. Hell, we have no fucking idea where our guitarist is, or even if he still goes to FAG. And if our drummer doesn't get his shit together, we'll need to find a new one. No trouble with our pianist, except for the fact that he's left school and now has a demanding full time job that's completely killing the rest of his life. It is likely that he'll be able to add anything he wants to what we play though, he's just that good. As for our bassist, he's the only thing holding this band together. I'm starting to have some major doubts. I can sing whatever they put in front of me, but we've never even heard our guitarist play. For all we know, he thinks felines are called guitars and has been playing a cat for the last three years. So, yeah, that's some scary shit.

And that's not all. I've never sung in front of even a medium sized audience before, and there are going to be upwards of 100 people at this thing! The little musical number in the middle of A Midsummer Night's Dream, that's completely different. I sung with an English accent, and it was ten seconds long. This is over half an hour, singing properly. I don't even know if my voice will last.

I suppose there's really no use worrying over it. The best thing to do is to just start practising, once we find our guitarist who seems to be away in Happy Land singing Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush with Helen Clark, Osama Bin Laden and the state of Texas. GREAT.

I'm not asking for help here, or even sympathy. It'll work out eventually. All I ask is that if you're not in the production, to try and come along to see it for a night. It's a fuckload of hard work.

Seven weeks. Ready, set, go.